Laura's Solo Honeymoon - The Ice Cream Shop Boy #1 (Erotic Romance) (5 page)

Inside the pub, we took a seat in a quiet corner and perused the menus.

I said, “How do you know the burgers are good here if you only just turned twenty-one?”

He grinned and said, “Let's just say my older brother's ID disappears from his wallet from time to time.”

“You are bad.”

“Not as bad as you.”

When the waitress came to take our order, Shawn didn't take his eyes off me, even though the young woman was quite attractive, and her breasts were popping out of her gingham top. She made big eyes at me, and I wondered if she knew Sharise, and if reports were going to be text-messaged out that I was there with Shawn.

Fuck Sharise
, I thought, and I ordered some chicken strips and a beer.

Before and during our food, Shawn and I talked some more. He told me about playing baseball in high school, and how a fall off his dirt bike had broken his arm, knocking him out for a season and hurting his chances at a pro career.

“If not baseball, then what are you going to do?” I asked.

He winked at me. “You mean when I grow up?”

I laughed into my glass of beer. “Sorry. I forget. You're so young, you have plenty of time to figure it out. I'm sure you won't be working at an ice cream shop forever.”

“I could hire staff to work there full-time now, but I enjoy the interaction with the customers, especially in the summer.”

“So … you own that place?”

“Yeah,” he said, giving me a sly grin, as though he had secrets of his own. “I've got a few investments around town. Rental properties, commercial and residential, and a couple of businesses. I also own the automotive repair shop, along with my brother, who manages it.”

“I had no idea.”

He shrugged. “We're not billionaires or anything, but the cost of living here in town is low, and I want to enjoy life. Not that there's anything wrong in working hard, but I like to
play
hard too, you know?”

My mind replayed the memory of us making love on the log, on the beach, and I felt myself flush red in the cheeks, and a sensation in my panties as well.

Some people were on stage, singing (badly) to some karaoke song. I'd learned that
Karaoke for Lovers Night
meant all the songs were duets, and you had to have a partner. A few young guys got up and jokingly sang a corny duet together, and a couple of girls as well.

The waitress came by to clear our plates and said we'd be singing next.

“No, no.” I waved my hands emphatically. “I didn't sign up for a song.”

The waitress pointed to another table, where the owners of the B&B, Al and Bryan, were sitting. They both waved.

She said, “The boys picked out a song for you two. They said they'll be heartbroken if you don't sing it for them. It's one of their favorites.”

Shawn said, “Of course we'll sing,” and he jumped up, grabbing my hand.

I reminded myself that I only knew about three people in the whole town, and it was just one song, and what could possibly go wrong?

The two girls singing a Heart song finished to a smattering of applause, and then, we were up next.

Al and Bryan whistled and cheered for us.

The song came on:
Islands in the Stream
, as made popular in the 80s by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers.

Shawn said, “Do you know this one?”

I pretended to slap him and said, “I'm not that old!”

“But you know it, right?”

I winked at him. Of course I did. My mother loved the song, and she still played it regularly.

The lights shone in our faces, so I was unable to see the audience very well. I just focused on the words on the screen in front of us, and on Shawn, who looked confident and relaxed.

My voice shook, but within a few lines, the goddess power of Dolly returned and wrapped around me, like a mystical spell, and my singing improved, along with my confidence.

I knew the words by heart, as did Shawn, so by the end of the song, we were both gazing into each other's eyes—really hamming it up, much to the delight of the audience.

When we finished, we kissed, and I heard Al and Bryan hooting and hollering “Encore!” from the audience.

I was having one of the most electrifying, exciting moments of my life.

And then someone threw a chair at the stage.

People were yelling, and someone was screaming.

Shawn pulled me back to safety, and we moved to the edge of the stage just as the technician killed the spotlights.

There she was.

Sharise.

She looked like a demon, like the scariest person I'd ever seen outside of a horror movie.

Those chairs had to be heavy, and she was picking up another one.

A bouncer grabbed her by the arm, but he wasn't that big of a guy, and with one well-placed punch in the face from Sharise, he was down on the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

Shawn was yelling at her, trying to tell her to calm down, saying he would never hit a woman, but if he came at me, he'd have to put her down.

She had the dog, Princess, with her, and the poor thing was cowering in her purse.

Seeing that sweet pooch so afraid must have turned on something primal in me, because what I did next, I didn't even think about.

I picked up a pitcher of beer from a nearby table, and threw it on Sharise's face—the beer, and the plastic pitcher.

Covered in beer and stunned by the pitcher hitting her on the face, Sharise looked around, confused.

I lunged forward, scooped up Princess in my arms, then grabbed Shawn by the hand and dragged him off the stage, behind the bar, and through the brightly-lit kitchen.

The cook and dish washer looked up in stunned surprise as we ran through, me with Princess in my arms.

We pushed our way out the back door, into the alley, and we didn't stop running until we were three blocks away.

Sharise didn't seem to be coming after us, so we stopped to catch our breath, and Princess sniffed around at a patch of grass in the alley. I was definitely not in the big city, as even the alleys here were green and country-like.

Shawn grabbed me from behind and pressed his body into me. His cock was hard, inside his jeans, and he ground it into my butt and my lower back.

My heart was still pounding from the running and the fight.

He turned me around and kissed me hungrily, pushing me back, into a fence. I lowered my hand to his crotch and felt his big cock in there, so stiff. As we kept kissing, not speaking, I opened the front of his jeans and grasped it in my hands.

He lunged into my hand, thrusting his hips urgently. The slick moisture was coming out of the head, lubricating my hands, making everything slip together.

I ducked out from between him and the tall fence, then guided him to put his back against the wall.

Then, without speaking, I crouched down and took him in my mouth.

He moaned and pulsed his cock in and out of my mouth, timidly at first, and then with more power, driving himself deeper and deeper, until I had to use both hands to hold him back so I didn't choke.

A car was approaching, driving slowly through the alley toward us. I turned and watched out of the corner of my eye as I continued to suck while tugging at his shaft with one hand, slick from my saliva and his pre-come. We didn't have much time before the car would drive past us. 

The dog was safely off at the side of the alley, near me, so I didn't have to worry about her.

Shawn didn't seem to be aware of the car, as his eyes were shut. I didn't care that much either. So what if someone saw? Maybe it would give them a boner and then they'd go home and give their wife the fucking of her life.

I wanted to satisfy Shawn, to feel the rush of his juices flooding my mouth, so I increased the suction and moved my hand quicker, as though I was trying to suck the whole cock down my throat. It was so big, the skin so tasty, and it pulsed with power.

That cock, that gorgeous cock. I could have it every day. In my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere. I licked the ridge around the head, licked the lovely helmet like ice cream, then took it all in again.

His breathing stopped, and I felt everything pulse and bulge in my hand, in my mouth. With a gasp, he let go.

His hot seed spurted into my mouth as he thrust his hips. I normally wouldn't have swallowed, but I was caught up in the moment, and I eagerly drank him, sucking and swallowing every last drop.

When he was finished, and no more was coming out, I pulled it from my mouth, licked once around the head for good measure, and then tucked him in. He was completely stunned, so I had to do up his jeans for him, and then, when the car drove by, I was kneeling down patting the dog on the head and Shawn was standing against the fence with a dopey smile on his face. The guy driving the car looked our way, as though he knew, but he kept driving.

Shawn bent down and rubbed my back. “That was incredible,” he said.

I smiled up at him. “Anywhere, any time, anything.”

He shook his legs out, stretched, and then relaxed against the fence, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “I am so sorry about what happened at the pub,” Shawn said.

My hands and legs were shaking, but I didn't know if it was from the fight, the running, or the excitement of being with Shawn, sucking him off in an alley. In an alley! 

I said, “I feel sorry too. But wait, neither of us should be sorry. We didn't do anything wrong.”

He reached down to hold my shaking hands, then raised them to his lips as I stood. He kissed my mouth, and my fingers. 

He said, “I think it's safe to say I'm completely over Sharise.”

I glanced down at Princess, still sniffing at grass. “You'll have to return her dog.”

“She's actually my dog,” he said. “I got her from a rescue pet place, and a few months ago, Sharise decided Princess was a great fashion accessory. She treats her well enough, but … Princess is staying with me now.”

I kissed Shawn on the lips, the cheeks, the chin. “You'll keep her safe,” I said.

He looked around, seeming nervous, which was only logical.

“Come back to my room at the B&B,” I said.

“Twist my arm,” he said.

The three of us (including Princess) went to the lovely old home with the gingerbread wood detailing and the lush rose gardens, and I led Shawn up to my room.

We'd stopped at a drug store on the way, so he could buy some of the dog's favorite food, as well as some other things he wouldn't let me see. I got a peek while we were walking up the stairs to my room and spotted the familiar shape of an aerosol can. At first I thought
hairspray
, then I realized …
whipped cream.

We went into my room.

Now that I had an actual man with me, a hot-blooded, baseball-playing
man
, the twee bedroom seemed like the girliest place in the universe, with doilies on everything, and pink, pink, pink.

I said to Shawn, “The owners of the B&B are gay.”

“You think?” He handed me a can of dog food for Princess, who'd decided I was her new mommy and was circling my feet eagerly.

Shawn said, “Yeah, I know Al and Bryan. Nice guys. Bryan sneaks over for ice cream after he does the grocery shopping. He thinks Al doesn't know, but he does. Al says that Bryan likes the ice cream better when it's stolen, forbidden.”

“Really?” I opened the can of dog food for Princess and used a tea saucer to feed her.

With Princess taken care of, I sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Forbidden ice cream is sweeter?”

Shawn didn't answer, but licked his lips and crouched down like he was about to pounce on me.

I pushed myself back on the bed, onto my back, and waved him in.

He landed on the bed next to me and then rolled over me. “Steamroller!”

We laughed and I steamrolled him right back.

Then we started to kiss again, and things got serious. The heat returned to my loins. I wanted him. Again. I wanted him to make love to me, over and over again, forever.

I pushed away from him, saying, “You should check out the shower in this room.”

He whipped off his shirt as he got up from the bed, started unbuckling his jeans, and raced ahead of me, into the bathroom. Within seconds, he had the water on and called back, “Get in here! Old houses like this have small hot water tanks, don't they?”

I pulled off my dress and underwear and dropped them on the floor.

Princess was done her dinner, so I took a pillow off the bed, patted it, and she climbed right on and bedded down. “Good girl,” I said, and she gave me a doggie smile.

Shawn called out that the shampoo was really nice, but he needed someone to wash his back.

I walked into the bathroom, completely naked and intensely aware of it.

Although we'd been intimate, we hadn't seen each other like this.

My self-consciousness about my own body and too-wide hips disappeared when I saw his body. Not because there were flaws. There weren't. But because it was the kind of body that makes you forget everything.

Behind the glass door, he had his arms up, washing his hair, and he looked exactly like he was posing for an underwear catalog ad, only … he didn't have any underwear on. The hair on his chest was sparse, but wet, dark ringlets of hair ran between his legs.